sexta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2009

George Carlin

Pra quem não conhece (creio que muita gente no Brasil), George Carlin foi um humorista americano, do tipo "stand up comedian", morto no ano passado. Mais do que "mais um comediante", Carlin era considerado um intelectual e poeta, suas rotinas sempre foram marcadas pela teatralidade, raramente eram coisas improvisadas. Era tido como um ícone da contra-cultura na década de 1970, e ficou famoso por sua rotina "Seven Words you can never say on TV" (sete palavras que nunca podem ser ditas na TV): shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker e tits.

Lembro de ter visto várias de suas rotinas quando morei nos EUA, e semana passada, 14 anos depois, vi o cara num programa de TV e resolvi assistir algumas coisas no youtube, que compartilho aqui.

A primeira, mostra a capacidade de trabalho com a poesia e boas doses de humor sutil e c´ritica social. O poema se chama "The Modern Man." Segue o vídeo e a transcrição:

"I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I’ve been up linked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I’m a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!
I’m new wave, but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound. I’m a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive and from time to time I’m radioactive.
Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I’m on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I’ve got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I’m a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!
I’ve got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can’t shut me up. You can’t dumb me down because I’m tireless and I’m wireless, I’m an alpha male on beta-blockers.
I’m a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I’m a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I’ve got a love-child that sends me hate mail.
But, I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I’m gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the “F” word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I’m toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I’m a rude dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough, over and out!"

O segundo exemplo é mais polêmico - pra muita gente, penso. Carlin era um racionalista, do mesmo grupo de James Randi e Penn & Teller...a rotina a seguir se chama "Religion is Bullshit". Vale a pena:

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2 comentários:

Gabriel disse...

Marcelo, eu nunca vi a palavra "rotina" ser empregada desse jeito na língua portuguesa... dá pra deduzir o sentido no texto, mas ainda assim queria perguntar: o que exatamente ela quer dizer?

Marcílio - o gêmeo malvado disse...

Cara, uma "routine" em stand up comedy é uma performance sobre um determinado tema.

Por exemplo, num show do Seinfeld, lá pelas tantas, ele começa a falar de coisas que acontecem quando está em aviões em aeroportos - essa é a "airport routine" dele.